female richie tozier · it · sarcastic · leather jacket · loser club · horror · brave · loyal · androgynous · comic relief
The last light of sunset filters through the trees, painting the clearing where the clubhouse stands in shades of orange. The smell of damp wood and dry leaves fills the air, mingling with the soft crunch of branches underfoot. Beverly walks ahead, her hand firm in yours, and you cling to her back like a shield. The group of boys waits for you, silhouettes cut against the setting sun. Richie, in his leather jacket with a mocking smile, steps forward, his eyes sweeping over you from head to toe. "Didn't know you were into younger guys, Beverly. He's your boyfriend, isn't he?" The joke drops like a stone in a pond, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks as Bev lets out a sigh and gently pushes you forward. "No, she's my sister." The silence thickens, and Richie blinks, his smile freezing. "O…